My cock twitched at the soft touch of her silken warm fingertips as she stroked me teasingly, and then wrapped her hand tightly around me.

  Her kiss grew more demanding, and hotter, as a result mine did as well. My Elena loved to be controlled and tamed but only in bed, and when she got aggressive, I had to overcome her with mine. It was also totally natural and not contrived at all, because she drove me fucking crazy when she tried to be the aggressive playful kitten as she let out her smoky and sultry needy sexy moans.

  She kissed down on my neck and bit my earlobe, but when she tried to push me onto my back, I grabbed her legs and pulled them out from under her toppling her over. She looked up at me with a mix of playful annoyance and wide needy eyes as I pulled her legs apart and manhandled her until she was spread for me with me kneeling between her legs. Her eyes begged me to fuck her, as she relaxed back into the bed with a needy submissive sigh, totally overcome and turned on beyond my understanding at me so firmly taking control.

  I checked her just to be sure, but she was already soaked for me, no doubt she had been since our conversation on the couch twenty minutes ago. Not to mention playing with her tits and getting dressed up for me in lingerie for a mid-day seduction.

  “You are so sexy, my exotic kitten.”

  She bit her lip, “Truth. I am yours, body, heart, and soul, now fuck me, please.”

  I teased her tight entrance with my cock, collecting some of that liquid arousal on the sensitive tip of my cock. Her sex was hot, and we both let out a gasp as my sensitive tip and her sensitive silken folds luxuriously brushed against each other. I didn’t make her wait too long, I didn’t want to wait myself, as I lined myself up and pushed firmly into her heaven.

  Fortunately, she wasn’t insanely tight anymore, still slightly tighter than my perfectly snug and mind-blowing Maggie, but not so tight she felt too good. Her body had gotten used to being split open by my fat and long cock over the last two weeks, several times a day, and now she was just tight enough to deliciously pull at my skin lightly as I pulled out on the out stroke, instead of that first time where she milked me hard with every stroke.

  Of course, that didn’t mean she didn’t bear down and squeeze around me deliciously and milk me hard with clenching grinds, she did, but not every time, which helped my control vastly. It didn’t take more than ten short and firm strokes before all eight inches of my fat cock was engulfed in the sensational pleasures of her tight petite body. The silken friction was mind blowing, as her snug walls conformed tightly to my invading cock.

  So wet for me, so hot, and her gasping breaths and sweet sighs of pleasure as I filled her completely just made that euphoria radiating through me even better.

  “So hot and good around me, love. Fuck you’re amazing,” I gasped out the last three words, as she arched her back, squeezed firmly around me, and ground hard to both milk me and firmly rub my cock against her good spots.

  She said dreamily, “You’re pretty amazing too, mate. I’ve never been so content, or so turned on in my life, for you and for Maggie.”

  “I was actually going to check in today, so we’re good.”

  She giggled, “Yes, no complaints, or requests, your attentions aren’t smothering, and perfect. The way you treat Maggie turns me on too, even if it would drive me bat shit crazy if you tried it with me.”

  She ground up against me again, drawing a gasp from both our lips. That time I took the hint that she was ready, and I started to work my cock in and out of her. Not a full out effort, but a steady unrelenting pace, that included my own tiny arching grind each time I buried myself to stimulate her clit.

  Her sweet gasps and returning grinds both blew my mind and filled my body and mind with overwhelming sensations of euphoric bliss. That pleasure, added to the awe, respect, and deeply growing love and need to protect and cherish, made the experience many times more powerful.

  She begged, “Play with my tits, Jack.”

  I grabbed the pillow and stuck it under her ass, and I grabbed her legs and put them over my shoulder. My petite sexpot was extremely limber, which she then demonstrated by reaching out and grabbing her legs off my shoulder by the ankles, and then pulling them down to around her shoulders. All of which resulted in her body being much higher off the bed, which meant I could kneel, pound her hard, and not need my hands for balance.

  All of which added up to freeing my hands for other pursuits. I rolled her nipples firmly and squeezed her breasts with my three remaining fingers in time with my pounding cock. She liked a firm but gentle touch, her breasts almost as sensitive as my Maggie’s, but the difference was extremely slight.

  I didn’t care, the fun was in playing with them, and making my mate’s gasp in pleasure, not in being able to maul them.

  The pleasure building in my body was exquisite and luxurious, as I kept stroking, grinding, and rolling her mouthwatering nipples and squeezing her breasts through the silk negligee.

  “Goddess, you are so beautiful, love, when lost in the pleasure.”

  My soft and loving words were in great contrast to my firm touch and powerful unrelenting thrusts and tiny circle grinds into her tight sex. They totally disarmed her though, as her eyes widened, and they were also the final push to her first orgasm as she cried out.

  “Jack! Don’t…” she gasped and then keened, “Stop fucking me.”

  Like I’d ever do that, and ruin her pleasure? I continued to pound her through the orgasm, though her snugly constricting paradise milked me a lot harder as I worked to extend her orgasm, and the look on her face of blissful ecstasy as she looked up at me with such loving devotion and vulnerability all blew my mind. Yet I held on to my control… barely, and I worked her through the tsunami of pleasure that overwhelmed her body.

  She trembled for me, and soaked my middle, as her quivering and grasping pussy milked me hard until she came down.

  Her eyes were wide with pleasure as she once again started to rock her body, grind, and squeeze me in time to my breast squeezes and the powerfully hard strokes yet at a moderate indefatigable pace. The luxurious waves of pleasurable sensations washing through me had my heart beating hard and moving toward a powerful completion of my own, but I wanted her to cum for me again.

  I squeezed her breasts a little more firmly, as I pinched and rolled her nipples with firm authority.

  Her sex clamped down on me which just made it harder for me to maintain control, but at the same time it had her rushing quickly to her own second powerful climax.

  “I love looking in those sexy eyes while you cum for me. So beautiful, kitten. So very passionate for me.”

  She gasped, “Fuck… I’m so close. Harder, fuck me harder and fill me,” as she started to rock her own body more urgently and forcefully. Her eyes wide and glazed over with pleasure, a vulnerability and loving devotion there, but also a lustful need for me to take her and fill her.

  So, of course, I started to pound her for all that I was worth. I’d already been pounding her fairly hard, but not all that fast, but in that moment, I went to hardcore long stroking as fast and hard as I could, making her gasp and her eyes widen further.

  “So fucking big, overwhelming… Jack!,” she started to pant wildly below me, even as my legs started to grow numb.

  I claimed her, “Mine!” as the first pulse left my body and a potent wave of transcendent rapture filled me. Whether because of my possessive claim of her body and as my mate, or from the way I started to fill her, or perhaps that last nipple twist and hard grind, she followed me over into ecstasy. We rode the heights of pleasure together as one, both our bodies grinding sloppily in an attempt to increase the other’s pleasure even in the midst of our own mind-blowing completions. Sloppy or not, the powerful milking action of her convulsions did grow more intense with it, and she seemed to be enjoying my efforts as well.

  Then the powerful waves of pleasure receded, and it left us panting and gasping for breath as our racing hearts started to slow. The warm intimacy, loving connection in our eyes, and the sweet gentle post-coital bliss of the endorphins had us both on auto pilot, as we just clung to each other and shared that moment.

  Then I pulled out, and I gathered her up against me.

  She moaned in satisfaction as she snuggled into me.

  “I think I like that possessiveness even more than I thought I did.”

  “You don’t say?”

  She giggled, “I do say. I think it has to do with the love and trust, how safe and cherished you make me feel. Nothing’s really changed though, that’s just in bed, you don’t get to be a possessive asshole outside of my body and my faithfulness when we’re out of bed.”

  I laughed, “Never doubted it.”

  Maggie’s breathy voice interrupted us, “Oh good, a yummy pre-lunch slut treat,” and she crawled into bed fully clothed and started lapping up our mixed juices from Elena’s sex.

  I chuckled, and the saucy nymph just winked up at me.

  “How long were you there?”

  She said, “The last twenty seconds or so. Just in time to watch you cum together, which was really hot.”

  Elena ordered Maggie, “Get back to work,” then looked at me sternly, but her breathy seductive voice ruined I’m her ire, “Jack, no distracting the cum slurping slut.”

  Maggie laughed warmly, and she got back to licking her out.

  I raised an eyebrow.

  Elena said reasonably, “I was getting close to another orgasm, and then you made her stop.”

  I laughed, “My bad.”

  It might sound strange, but I took the opportunity to fill in Maggie on my decision, and Elena and my plans to work as authors out of the mansion, all while they both moaned sexily, Elena in blissful ecstasy, and Maggie in deep wanton enjoyment.

  By the time I was finished, I was also hard. There was at least another thirty minutes before lunch, so I did what any man would do. I crawled behind Maggie, flipped her skirt up, and shoved it in…

  Chapter Three

  “I really love our showers together, but this is the third one today and we’re not even at lunchtime yet, though only by five minutes. Isn’t there magic?”

  Maggie giggled, “There is, but I specialize in the body and mind. I can do the illusions and fire for your training, and a few other things, but cleaning up after sex isn’t one of them.”

  Elena nodded, “Maybe our next mate will be able to, we can hope. I love the showers too, but if we take four of five every day like we have been I might wrinkle before I’m twenty-five.”

  I snickered.

  At least they both had their hair up, they only washed that once a day. Well, except when my cum got in their hair, which happened surprisingly often now that I was thinking of it.

  Maggie said, “Oh, as far as what you filled me in on, I’m happy for you guys. I think we can convert the dungeon we don’t use to your joint office, none of us are that kinky. We’ll keep some of the toys, vibrators, vibrating eggs, ass plugs, and dildos, and maybe move the sex swing to our room? Other than that, the rest of it can go, whips, ball gags, and nipple clamps and all that other crazy shit my parents were into.”

  Elena said, “That sounds lovely, but save the handcuffs and ass beads too.”

  Maggie giggled, “Consider it done.”

  Elena sighed in mock horror, “We’ve made our mate hard again.”

  I laughed, “I’ll survive until later, somehow. So, I’ve been having crazy thoughts. Clearly crazy.”

  Elena snickered, “Lie, what thoughts?”

  “Well, two to four months, but after the last two weeks I’m sure of both of you.”

  Maggie said, “We haven’t talked about kids yet.”

  “Huh?”

  Maggie covered her mouth, “Oops. When I told you about true mates, our version of marriage and permanent oaths, made before the gods, I left that out. It’s also traditional to conceive our first child and start our family during the consummation.”

  “Still in,” I said firmly, knowing that would drive them both crazy.

  Maggie’s eyes widened with heat, and Elena said breathily, “Truth.”

  Maggie shook her head, “I’m still just nineteen, and the coven is barely off the ground, but the thought of giving you a baby does… compromise my planning.”

  Elena replied softly, “I’m twenty-three, and more than ready to start a family with all of you. But if you want to wait Maggie, I should too. We still have over a century before we can’t have more children, and half that for you and Maggie.”

  Yeah, that was something I tried not to think about. Demigods lived three times longer than humans if they managed to survive our world to old age, while witches with the aid of magic could manage half again to double a human lifespan. So, Elena and I would still look around forty, when my Maggie was near the end of her life.

  Maggie said, “Plans are made while life happens, it wouldn’t be the first time nor the last that I had to adjust my life plans. Just… give me a day or two to think it over? I don’t have any doubts about us, I’ll just have to think about it and rework things in my head?”

  Elena replied challengingly, “That’s not all of it?”

  Maggie bit her lip sexily in thought, then said warmly with yearning, “I really want it. More than that, I want him to order me to do it, and to hold me down and fuck me like an animal, to force his baby in me. I am so fucking turned on by him wanting to make us true mates already that I can’t see straight, but this is too big a decision to let my kink and need to be his make that decision. It has to be mine anyway, my goddess would reject coerced oaths.”

  I winked, “Take your time. I did say it was crazy, though not in the literal sense of the word.”

  Elena helpfully pointed out, “He’s even harder now.”

  Maggie giggled, “It’s your fault, you asked for clarification, and this no holding back honesty thing. You know I’m a helplessly depraved slut and cum bucket for our mate.”

  Elena said, “Truth.”

  I groaned, and then escaped after giving them both warm and loving kisses so they’d know I wasn’t upset. There was only so much a man could take, and we had to get down to lunch, which meant not taking Maggie against the wall of the shower. I’d already kind of known that, what she’d said. Maggie was magnificent, and worth admiring, a woman to be reckoned with. She loved me, and I loved and adored her. But she’d also told me from the first day she was my dedicated slut and cum bucket, that I could have her whenever I wanted, and wherever I wanted on her body.

  Even anal, my Maggie actually came more from an ass pounding than she did with normal sex.

  I’d never once called her those words though, nor had I ever treated her as less than a lady even in my domineering and possessiveness toward her that she craved so much as a submissive. But she’d never really stopped that nasty talk or declarations, even if she had toned it down a bit most of the time.

  That Elena had said truth after she called herself a depraved slut and cum bucket for me… which was just so overwhelming. Not just the absolute trust and surrender implicit in such a thing, but that she also took joy and pride in that devoted surrender of her body for my pleasure. Her mind and ambition was her own, but her body quite literally belonged to me, for my pleasure.

  For her, it was even an act of faith and worship, a genuflect toward the goddess of love, as she not only willingly but eagerly became a vessel of pleasure for the man she loved and obeyed. It was… mind-blowing, and strangely humbling in a way. Sure, it drove me crazy with lust at times, but it also made me cherish her with a deep protectiveness to keep her safe, and to give her as much pleasure as she gave to me.

  I wasn’t an asshole on a power trip about it, but that kind of thing would be heady for any guy, and I knew if she said anything else like that, we’d have been late for lunch. There was also the small matter of our sex life being insane enough as it was. I’d already fucked her three times that day, Elena as well, and that wasn’t something we could just do all day long. No matter what our libidos wanted.

  After drying off, I laid out yet another outfit, the third one that day. It was a casual and sexy skirt and tube top with spaghetti straps. Both were a shiny light red, a matching outfit made of soft cotton, casual, and relaxed. She wanted to strike that less professional look on the weekends and match her coven who all wore casual clothes when they didn’t have to go to work.

  It was the family atmosphere of support she wanted to foster in the coven, and that meant relaxing at home. She’d look professional on the days they did, when leaving and coming home from work. I’d see to it anyway, and she’d never once disapproved of my choices.

  Elena said, “You didn’t run far,” as she came out with a grin on her face, and nothing else.

  “Wanted to give you a moment alone, and not make us late for lunch.”

  Elena chuckled, “She’s a naughty and delightful handful.”

  “So are you, love.”

  Elena winked, “Truth, if in a different way,” and then disappeared into the vast closet.

  It really was vast, the size of most master bedrooms, with rows of racks. It made sense though, from the angle the bed could hold twelve people in it. Regardless, there was plenty of room on both the bed and in the closet to accommodate the three of us and another mate or two, and not even come close to filling either up when we did.

  Maggie came in with a swish in her hips and a warm smile on her face, as she got dressed in the light delicate pink lingerie panty and bra set I’d picked, as well as the red skirt and tube top.

  “I love you. Ready?”

  Elena came out in another borderline trashy dress, this one black with red flower designs and swirls. It was a little more casual than most, but just as revealing, and she had on flat casual sandals.

  “Sure.”

  We headed down, and the matriarch sat at the head of the table. The coven house was our home, but also the coven’s home, and we’d decided coven took precedence when spending time eating with the coven. Which meant she got the head of the table, while I sat on her right and Elena her left, then the rest of the coven.